Core

Core

There seems to be something strangely attractive about Notting Hill Gate.  It seems to be running on a different time from the rest of London with stately mansions, high end cars parked on the side of the road and particularly well shod citizens in the 

Normah’s Cafe

Normah’s Cafe

One thing I love about London is that there is always something new to find.  Sometimes, in the most unlikely of places. I am referring here to food of course.  The arts often seem to be too far above my head.  As my friends like 

Ginza Onodera

Ginza Onodera

Afternoon tea. I would usually associate this with the British tea drinking culture.  With dainty scones, luxurious finger sandwiches and select beverages.  All held in a carefully white tablecloth environment.  Altogether a rather refined affair. Japanese seemed to be the antithesis of English tea with 

Sichuan House

Sichuan House

They might as well have called it spicy house as that’s how I initially read the name. I like houses. A roof over my head is something that I love. I like spicy. Something to jolt me out of the mundane is good.  A bit 

Lorne

Lorne

Forlorn.  Sorry, I mean Lorne. I was feeling somewhat melancholy on this day so that was one of the first words that popped into my mind when I heard the name of the restaurant.  As I was somewhat annoyed with the world (not an unusual